This is a song about "Doing dishes"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I don't know exactly what i'm doing,

Let's face it when it comes to disses,your basic im gourment dishes with

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

I'm not your average girl so i don't do dishes,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Girl, shut up and do the dishes.

Scholarship for my mistress

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains